Nita tried to stay away from Mary the next day. When she had learned that a room in the house came with the job, Nita had been happy. It meant she didn't have to travel all the way across town every morning and evening. It also meant that Nita could leave home, something she was very anxious to do. Mary had explained that Nita would be on call at any time, but that hadn't made any difference to Nita. She didn't have that much to do at night anyway. Now she wasn't so sure she liked being in the house all the time. That made it a lot more difficult to stay away from Mary.
Mary noticed that Nita was keeping to herself. She decided not to say anything just yet. She had to smile when she saw the elaborate pains Nita took to announce her presence in the master bedroom. The girl turned on all the lights, left cleaning items lying in the middle of the floor, and waited until the last minute to make the bed. Such antics went on for several days before Sam returned. That seemed to relieve Nita's mind.
Mary had interviewed Nita for the job the day Sam was leaving on his trip. He had seen the girl, but only for a few moments as he was on his way out the door. The evening of his return, Mary called Nita from her room and asked the girl to join Mary and Sam in the living room.
"Sam wants to get acquainted," Mary said, suppressing a wicked smile.
"Okay," Nita answered, not suspecting where the act of "getting acquainted" was going to lead. She had bathed earlier, much to her relief. She didn't want to meet the man of the house looking and smelling like a work horse.
Sam was sitting on the large divan, a cocktail glass in his hand, when Mary and Nita entered the room. He gave his wife a big smile.
"Hello, Nita. I'm Sam. Mary tells me that you've never done this kind of work before."
"That's right, sir. I graduated from high school last month and needed a way to earn money for college. Mrs. Roberts was kind enough to give me a job."
"Nita, we're very informal around here. Don't use titles and sir and all that with us. Makes us feel old. Just Sam and Mary will do fine. Do you know where you'll be going to college?"
"Well, I hope State. I've applied, but I haven't heard yet."
"Good. Mary and I both graduated from State. It's a good school. We're happy for you that you're making an effort to improve yourself." He patted the cushion next to him. "Here, sit down and have a drink with us. Mary will even play the servant tonight and get it for you. Martini?"
"Well, gee, I don't know, Mr., uh, Sam. Mostly all I've ever had is beer. And not much of that."
"Then you'll like a martini," Mary assured the girl. "It's not like anything you've ever tasted."
Nita sat on the divan where Sam had indicated and accepted the cocktail glass from Mary. Her hand shook slightly, making the liquid slosh around, nearing the rim of the glass.
"Don't be nervous," Mary said soothingly, quietly. "Just relax and get acquainted with us. We don't keep barriers between us and the people who work for us."
Nita smiled weakly, then took a sip of her drink. It tasted slightly sharp in her mouth. She felt nothing else for several seconds. Then the potent liquid hit her stomach with a sharp blow-sort of like a soft sledge hammer punching her innards.
"Whew!" Nita said, screwing up her face. "That's… powerful stuff!"
"Isn't it?" Mary asked, smiling again. As she had hoped, it wasn't going to take much to get the girl drunk. Or at least tipsy enough that she wouldn't object to what Sam wanted to do. And what Mary wanted to watch Sam do.
"Now," Sam said. "Tell me a little about yourself. Do you have a boyfriend? Anyone who'll be visiting you here?"
"No. I, uh, well, I don't date much, to tell you the truth." Nita was getting relaxed just enough that she wasn't so bashful.
"What? A pretty girl like you?" Sam patted Nita's leg. "I can't understand the young fellows these days. A pretty little thing like you wouldn't have been left alone in my day. You're not still a virgin, are you?"
Nita was in the process of taking a sip of her drink when he asked that question. Her mind rolled around, but failed to latch onto any particular significance to the question. She swallowed, then answered.
"No. Not really. I mean, I haven't done it but one time… " Then her mind registered the impact of the question. She blushed deeply.
Even though the light was dim, Sam and Mary saw the flushing of Nita's skin. They gave each other a knowing look and a smile.
Sam changed tactics so he wouldn't alarm the girl. This was going just fine so far. No need to rush it. No need to frighten her away.
"You can have dates, Nita. We don't mind. As you know, I'm away a lot and Mary often goes out in the evening. If you want a young man to call on you, why go right ahead. Treat this just as you would your home."
"Oh, I couldn't do that!" Nita exclaimed, then hastily continued. "I wasn't allowed to have boys in my house. My parents thought I might… they didn't want me to… "
"I understand," Sam said soothingly, patting Nita on the leg again. This time his hand was higher up, in the middle of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her well-turned limb through the thin material of her dress. He left his hand lying on her leg. "Do you know what line of work I'm in?" he asked Nita.
"No. I just know that you travel a lot."
"I'm a rag merchant." He laughed softly when the confused look crossed Nita's face. "I deal in clothing. Specifically women's clothing. You know, dresses, gowns, lingerie, things like that. In fact, I think I have some things that would look wonderful on you." Here came the crucial question! He saw that Mary was holding her breath. "Would you like to try on some of them?"
"Oh, Mr., uh, Sam, that's a nice offer, but I really shouldn't."
"And why not?"
"Well, those are things you have to sell. I can't afford to buy them."
"Who said anything about buying them? If you like some of them, I'm sure we can work out a way for you to have them. You will need clothes for school, won't you?"
"Oh, sure, but only jeans and shirts and things like that. Nothing fancy."
"Well, you need some fancy things, too. How about lingerie? Bras, panties, garter belts, and so forth?"
"Sometimes I don't even wear bras," Nita replied, laughing. "I've never owned a garter belt in my life."
Mary took Nita's glass, refilled it quickly, then handed it back to the girl. Nita immediately drank a large portion.
"That tastes pretty good, doesn't it?" Mary inquired.
"Yeah, not bad at all. I had this funny idea that a martini would taste, well, like acid or something."
"We often think things are going to taste entirely different than they do." It was a simple enough statement, but the way Mary said it, it sounded absolutely lewd. Mary heightened that impression when she smiled and smacked her lips.
"So," Sam said, interrupting Mary before she went too far too soon. "You say you've never worn a garter belt. Is that because you don't own any or because you think they're not proper?"
"Well, my mother always said they're worn only by loose women. I used to wonder about that, though. I mean, before pantyhose, all women wore them, didn't they?"
"Ummm, most women, anyway," Sam agreed. "Some wore those roll top stockings. What's your opinion of them? Garter belts, I mean, not roll top stockings."
"I'm not really sure. Some of my girlfriends at school were real feminists, you know. They said garter belts were degrading. That men wanted women to wear them because it makes a woman look depraved-like a whore."
"Is that what you think?"
"No. My opinion was the same as about what my mother said. I mean, what about the time before there were pantyhose?"
"You're a very smart girl," Sam said. "I like that. I like for a woman to form her own opinions and think for herself. I just happen to have a pretty good selection of garter belts and bras and panties, all that stuff. Would you like to try some of them?"
"Here? Now?"
"Sure. Why not? You don't need to be bashful in front of us. I've seen models change, you know. A nude female body is pretty."
"It isn't us that worries me," Nita said with a giggle. "It's you!"
"Hasn't a man ever seen you naked?" Mary asked, getting to her feet.
"Uh, no. Not even when… well, he just pulled up my dress and… "
Mary stood directly in front of Nita and quickly shed her dress. Under it she wore a bra, panties, a garter belt that matched the other two garments, hose, and high-heeled sandals. The kind that Nita liked so well.
"See how a garter belt looks on me?" Mary said to Nita. "I'm a little heavier in the hips than you are, but one would look much the same on you. Why don't you try one?"
"Well, okay, I guess. It won't hurt or lead to anything, will it?"
"No, of course not." Mary kept her voice level and sincere, knowing full well what it was going to lead to. "Not anything you don't want," she added softly. "Come here and let me help you out of that dress while Sam gets some samples."
Nita struggled to her feet. Her head swam for a few moments as she stood erect. The martinis were having a significant, but wonderful, effect on her. She looked Mary's body over carefully in the dim light. She had already seen the woman nude. More than that, really. She had watched Mary and a man fuck! That was a hell of a lot more than being nude. Somehow, though, Mary looked just as alluring, just as sexy, in her underwear as she had looked with a man between her legs, shoving his cock in her. Nita's mind really reeled when she thought of Mary with a cock in her mouth.
Mary helped Nita out of her dress just before Sam returned. He grinned lewdly when he looked at the nearly-nude girl.
"Perfect! Just perfect!" Sam looked at Mary and licked his lips. "An absolutely perfect body to model lingerie."
"Do you really think so?" Nita asked him, sure that he was leading her on.
"Yep, I sure do! I've seen lots of models, you know, so I know what I'm talking about."
Nita was uneasily aware of the man's eyes traveling hungrily up and down her body, taking in the curved outline of her firm breasts and her shapely legs. Her panties were modest cotton, but they didn't hide the abundant patch of hair in her crotch. On top of that, the crotch of her panties was so wet it clung to her pussy, clearly outlining the lips. There was even a straggling line of hair going up to her navel. Her ripe nipples were poking against the material of her cotton bra, the friction causing her pussy to get even wetter.
Mary looked at Nita as intently as her husband did. She was eager for him to get the show on the road. Her own pussy was wet and her breathing was beginning to get shallow and rapid.
"Just relax now," Sam said. "I have to take some measurements so I know what size you wear."
Nita started to answer with the correct size. Something made her bite her lower lip and hold back the reply. She tried to act blasй, though she felt anything but. Knowing that Mary was also partially undressed made some difference.
Sam pulled a tape measure off his shoulder, reached around Nita and placed the tape along her back. Carefully guiding it around to the front, he joined the two ends between her breasts. The knuckles of both hands touched her nipples.
Nita shuddered and took a very deep breath, which she let out slowly.
Sam slid the tape back and forth as though making certain it was straight and in the proper position. The backs of his hands rubbed her nipples hard several times.
Nita blushed deeply. A shudder ran down her spine. No one had ever touched her breasts but her, and the touch of a man against the turgid buds of her nipples excited her. Both of her tits seemed to strain eagerly against the material of her bra, seeking escape. She wondered if Sam noticed.
Does a fish swim?
"Hmmm, bust 35. About a B cup, I'd say."
"Right," Nita replied, her voice so low it could hardly be heard.
"Uh-huh. Mary's a C. Don't you like the way they stand up? You'd never know she's forty years old. Honey, take off your bra and let Nita see how firm they are. And how big your nipples get."
Fortunately for Nita, her mind was fogged in a miasma of erotic thoughts or she might have blurted out that she had already seen Mary nude.
Mary removed her bra slowly, dragging out the moment when her nipples would be free of the restraining garment. She did that for Sam's sake. She knew that Nita had already had a good look at her naked body. And other things as well.
Nita looked again anyway. Mary did present a pretty sight. Her tits were big and firm, capped by dark brown spots from which her nipples sprang.
Sam measured Nita's waist, called out the size to Mary, then took Nita's upper hip measurement. He positioned the tape across the flat plane of her belly. When his hands touched her warm flesh just above her pubic hair, Nita looked down at his hands and then back at his face. He winked and smiled. He neglected to call out any measurement to Mary this time.
Dropping the tape lower, he circled the curve of her buttocks and gently draped his hands around her hips to straighten the tape. Nita felt a big thrill of emotion go through her. His half-secretive touch felt so good on her nearly naked body. In front, his fingers were just inches away from the cotton-shielded mound. And his wife was standing nearby, intently watching his every move. Sam's knuckles brushed against the mound as he adjusted the tape.
In a move that took Nita by surprise, Sam dropped to his knees, pushed her legs apart, and placed the tape at the top of her thigh, on the inside.
"You'll have to spread your legs farther apart so I can do this," he said, his voice husky with sexual emotion.
This was a crucial time. If Nita did as he asked now, without any question or hesitation, he knew he could get the rest of what he wanted-his prick in her tender little cunt.
Mary was urging him on with her eye movements. Her heavy breathing was blending with Nita's panting. His prick stirred to life. Mary was leaning slightly forward, waiting for Nita's response to his instructions.
Nita opened her legs slightly, looked down, saw that Sam was waiting for her to open them further. She picked up her left foot and set it out to the side, opening her legs wide. Sam grinned with pleasure. Mary let out her breath in a deep sigh.
Sam held the tape with his thumb and forefinger and nudged it up into Nita's crotch. When his hand made contact with her pussy lips, Nita shivered visibly.
"Is it too cold in here for you?" Sam asked. "Want Mary to turn back the air conditioner?"
"Uh, no… I'm… it's just that… " Her voice dropped a couple of octaves and got very husky. "I'm okay. Go ahead and… oooooohhhhhhhhhh!"
Sam was very deliberately rubbing his knuckles into her pussy lips and she was about to go mad! The crotch of her panties was as wet as it would have been if she had dipped them in a tub of water.
Sam stood up and went behind Nita. She stood with her legs far apart, the feel of his touch against her pussy lingering. He knew he had her now. He, too, was tingling with excitement at having this beautiful young girl.
Mary was almost as excited as her husband. She was openly playing with her nipples as she anticipated what was to come. Soon she would be playing with her pussy, getting herself off while her husband fucked the girl.
Sam put his hands on Nita's hips and began pulling her panties down.
"You've got a fabulous body," he said softly. "You'd make one hell of a model. I can hardly wait to see some of my nicer things on you. Your skin is simply perfect. Not a blemish anywhere. And your figure is absolutely perfect for modeling. Have you ever thought about doing that?"
Deep in her mind, Nita knew he was feeding her a line of bullshit, but she liked it! She hadn't gotten much praise, about anything, while growing up. The fact that she was standing in front of this man and his wife, half naked, being caressed and stroked, didn't matter. The praise excited her almost as much as his deft touch on her hot body did. She tried to tell herself that he just wanted her to try on some of his merchandise, but the thought foremost in her mind was the need to come. She was tempted to slide her hand into the front of her demure panties and play with her clit, but restrained herself. Out of the comer of her eye, she saw what Mary was doing to her tits. Her heart skipped a beat. That removed any question still in her mind about what these two intended to do with her.
Sam said, "Relax, honey. You're all tense and knotted. That's no good"
He gently massaged her neck and shoulders. After he felt what little tension there was in her upper body begin to fade, he very casually worked his hands lower and under her arms.
Soon his hands were in breathtaking contact with her trembling tits. Her breathing quickened when he touched her nipples through her bra. She opened her mouth, but instead of speaking, she ran her tongue over her lips as though savoring some tasty food. He could feel the buds hardening under his touch, swelling with obvious desire. The firm mounds seemed to be straining to get free. Unconsciously, Nita leaned forward, trying to increase the contact.
Mary caught her husband's eyes, licked her lips, and nodded.
When his hands left her tits, Nita whispered urgently, "Oooohhhhhh! Noooooooo!" She didn't want the contact to end.
"It's okay, dear," he assured her. "Just relax and it'll be fine."
He had her eating out of his hand. It wouldn't be long before he had her legs spread wide and his cock in her. His prick thickened in eager anticipation. He quickly removed Nita's bra and held his hands under her tits, cupping and displaying them to Mary.
Mary got behind Sam, reached around his body, and began unbuttoning his shirt. His hands went back to Nita's bare tits. He played with the nice mounds as Mary undressed him. Then he felt Mary's bare tits pressing into his back as she exhibited her excitement by rubbing her hard nipples against his skin.
His hands left Nita's tits and moved lower. Easing his hands under the waistband of her panties, he pushed one hand onto the expanse of hair-covered flesh and slipped one finger between the sleek lips of her pussy.
"Sam… uh… aahhh… aaaahhhhhh… please… " Nita's voice was deep and husky. Her brain was reeling.
His finger snaked lower into her cleft and found her clitoris. Nita jerked and placed one hand over the top of his. At first Sam thought she was trying to stop him. He learned differently when she pushed on his hand, indicating he should put more fingers into her pussy.
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered hoarsely. "You want my fingers stroking your cunt, don't you?"
In response, Nita opened her legs a little more and hunched her cunt mound up.
Sam began probing the quivering folds and creases of the girl's sensitive, palpitating pussy. She wiggled her ass in a frantic attempt to get more of his hand into her. He plunged deeper and deeper into the warm, open flesh. Her thighs spread farther apart, making it impossible for him to push her panties down his one free hand.
Mary could use both hands. She had to strain to reach around her husband's ass and get her hands on Nita's panties, but she managed. Soon she had the offending garment down to the girl's knees.
Nita started helping Mary then. She brought her legs a little closer together and lifted one foot. Mary stripped the girl's panties all the way off and threw them aside. Her hands stayed on Nita's body.
Nita twisted in Sam's arms, turning until she was facing him. She plastered her naked body against his naked body. His stiff prick poked against her lower belly. Mary's hands caressed Nita's naked ass.
Nita glued her mouth to Sam's, plunging her tongue into his mouth and pumping it back and forth in imitation of a cock going in and out of a pussy. His cock going in and out of her pussy! She slipped one hand between their bodies, grasped his prick, and pushed it down into her crotch.
Sam recognized that all the signs were now present. "I want to fuck you," he whispered in her ear. Loud enough for her and Mary to hear.
"I want you to fuck me," Nita replied. She was crazy with desire!
"Mary's going to watch us," Sam said, meaning to add to the excitement.
"God yes! She can watch! Everybody can watch! Just fuck me! PLEASE!"
With Mary's help, Sam got Nita onto the floor on her back. Nita's legs opened automatically as soon as she was flat on the floor. She grabbed his rampant rod and pulled it toward her pussy. Now was not the time for finesse or delay. There would be time later for such things. All she wanted at that moment was his hot cock reaming her cunt.
He slid atop her, between her invitingly wide-spread thighs. She shuddered as the tumescent length of his cock homed in on the waiting channel of love it so avidly sought. And that so avidly sought it. He lurched forward, slamming his pelvis against hers with a loud thump as his shaft bored into the delicate folds of her near-virgin cunt flesh.
Mary rubbed her hands over Sam's back, then cupped his balls in one hand as she caressed the cheeks of his ass with her other hand. Having his wife so close, so much a part of what he was doing, raised the level of his excitement almost to the boiling point.
The contracting sheath of Nita's pussy sucked at him while he screwed his hips around, grinding his crotch into hers and stuffing her cunt full of hard, hot cock. Nita's mouth opened in writhing pleasure and incoherent groans of fulfillment escaped from her throat.
At first, the going was tight and torturous. Sam had expected as much. If Nita had been fucked only once, he could hardly expect anything else. He had to work to get his prick all the way in. She cried out and shook her ass, first trying to dislodge him and then trying to help him get in.
"Oh shit!" he moaned. "You're so fucking tight! Just wonderful! Hang on, baby, and we'll make it!" His prick was better than halfway inside her now.
"Will it all go in?" Nita asked fearfully. "Can I take all of it?"
"Sure you can, honey," Mary said soothingly. "And you'll just love it when he gets it all in. Relax now and let him fuck you."
Nita couldn't relax, but she could let Sam fuck her. He screwed his cock into her all the way, puffing with the exertion of his efforts. It was a little painful for Nita at first, but she was determined to take all of it. His thighs pressed against her legs. Mary's hand brushed against the lips of her pussy. Sam didn't try to pull back against the tightness of her clamping cunt muscles, but stayed deep inside her. He made his prick twitch so she could feel it way up her cunt. Mary slid a hand between their bellies and fingered Nita's clit.
There was a burning sensation as Mary fingered the hard nub. The woman's finger tip slid around easily, slickened by the juice from Nita's pussy. The burning changed to jolts of electricity, jumping through Nita's abdomen like bolts of lightning. It made her muscles quiver against Sam's throbbing prick.
The inside of her cunt began to loosen and go fluid as Mary worked her clit. The long-denied needs of her body overpowered the rigidness caused by her initial fear of taking his prick inside her for the first time. She felt his cock slide back until the bulb on the end was just inside the lips of her cunt. The strain was less, the sensations greater. Mary rolled her clit under her finger, making it stand up from its hood in a state of full erection. He came back into her and the friction was smooth and easy. He glided in so easily now. She was taking all of him with ease! She was really fucking for the very first time!
"That's good," he whispered. "Now you're getting it. Now we'll really fuck!"
Nita concentrated on Sam's prick and how it felt inside her. Her body began to sizzle and her mind began to whirl. She had wanted a nice cock for so long, ever since that boy had made his futile attempt to fuck her, and now she had one! Not only did she have one, the wife of the man fucking her was nearby, watching the whole thing! Far-fucking-out!
Sam began to move faster. Mary got out of the way. She knelt at Nita's side and openly played with her cunt with both hands, eagerly masturbating as she watched her husband fuck the young brunette.
The walls of Nita's cunt admitted Sam with ease as the flood of need came pouring forth. Her cunt was swimming with oils. Her body was responding in the age-old way to the most primeval of physical urges.
"Sam! Sam!" Nita whispered excitedly. "It's good! Oh, lordy, it's so fucking good!" She took a deep breath and let it gush out of her lungs. "I've never felt anything so wonderful! Oh, yes, Sam! Fuck me! Fuck meeEEEEEEE!"
He didn't answer her verbally. What was there to say? His breathing deepened. His hands pushed and pulled at her hips, sending her ass around and around in tight circles. Her cunt made lewd, slurping sounds as he drove into her and spattered her flood of fuck juice over her thighs.
It happened suddenly. She stiffened and shook and felt her tits threaten to swell to such proportions they would burst at the tip. Her ass shook fitfully. She braced her legs and thrust upward to open herself to his deep explosion. The walls of her cunt quaked and then strained as the rolling waves of orgasm began. Her whole pelvic area clamped down as if it had melted, then dizzying waves of release coursed through her in glorious undulations. His cock seemed to rupture inside her pussy and add to the flood already there. His pelvis pressed against her crotch.